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“AH” a VVeasel-faced Oyashi cried upon reading the missive. “Another successful lector psychological operation. All according to keikaku.” The Oyashi poured out more sake into his ‘St. Felder Rocks’ mug and took a big slurping sip. “We are THIS CLOSE to fulfillment of the plan. The Ember Protocol shall activate soon. . . .” The Oyashi prepared for the shadow amending to begin.

The MAKKUSU TAKKU Automatons polished their chrome domes until they shone like the star of malchadiel behind a blonde haired blue eyed Danzen in a classic Xambala edit. “[Playing] Everytime We Touch - Xambala Remix” the Machine intoned as a nightcore remix of everytime we touch roared to life.

Automatons or Machine Spirits may consume or inject minor amounts of red oil to produce an effect similar to coffee in ordinary descendants. If the automaton consumes the equivalent of 1 quarter bottle of Red Oil (.25 Liter) in less than 1 OOC hour, it will a experience an involuntary minor overclock. If the automaton consumes the equivalent of 1 half bottle of Red Oil (.5 Liter) in less than an OOC hour, it will experience an involuntary major overclock. An automaton who consumes more than this will burst its gearheart, destroying it. Red Oil is acidic and will damage automaton components over time, requiring more frequent repairs should the automaton make a habit of Red Oil consumption. Automatons who consume or inject Red Oil emit minor amounts of smog, although never in a large enough quantity to pose anything other than a nuisance to ordinary life. Redline Additions: -Consumption of Red Oil requires OOC consent. An automaton cannot be 'forced' to consume Red Oil. -Consumption does not grant any combat advantages, and involuntary overclocks are the same as the voluntary overclocks. -Consumption of straight Red Oil will damage the internal machinery of an Automaton over time, requiring frequent repairs. An automaton may mitigate the damage of Red Oil by diluting the substance with Alchemical Lifefluid, reducing its acidity and potency. -Any smog produced by Automatons only poses a minor nuisance to those in the immediate area of the automaton, irritating the nose, throat, and lungs but otherwise producing no obvious harmful effects. This amount is so small that it poses no effect on druidic connection or local plant life.

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THE GOO FROM WHENCE THE GOO CAME, NONE CAN SAY, BUT FROM THE DAWN OF AOS AND EOS, DEEP WITHIN THE BOWELS OF THE EARTH, THERE LAIN. . . THE GOO https://external-content.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fimages.fineartamerica.com%2Fimages%2Fartworkimages%2Fmediumlarge%2F3%2Fthe-green-geysers-julie-kaplan.jpg&f=1&nofb=1&ipt=bf89d65c03ab2d6f7c56f06072e56acf80a625a75471b5afbe5b779286525912&ipo=images The Goo can be found leaking from the great goo towers, formed from trillions of years of goo seepage from deep within the earth. Each layer of go strikes to noosphere, and the imaginations of descendantkind imprint upon the goo and create a material sediment of whatever they imagine. The Goo is a material most useful, said to be the remnants of raw creation itself, it can be shaped into anything the heart desires. Goo is most often utilized by the goo-men who dwell at the foot of GOO GEYSERS. They speak a language, goo-goo-ga-ga, and through arcane whispers, manipulate the goo into the stuff of dreams. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . OR NIGHTMARES! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Hyperwar Log-59214-88: Our Reavers stumbled across a Goo-Geyser, the goo-men locked in battle with invading Daemonic forces. From their goo pools flowed forth ready hordes of wretched abominations, which rent the Daemonhost asunder. Just as many Googoys and Googoyles and Gooblins and Goolems rushed forth from those frothing pools, an equal number of the Ixrisian spawn met them in combat. Not an inch of ground was gained or lost by either party. Truly, a marvel. Garumdir knows that even if the whole of the cosmos has fallen, the Goomen will goo on. . . [END LOG]. GOO PART 2 - IM GOOING INSANE Goo may only be utilized by Goomen or entities of extreme power (ET) to spawn in any material that can be imagined, however, this is counteracted by the HORRIBLE SIDE EFFECTS OF GOO. When goo undergoes transgootation, it creates a noxious gas known as BREENINE, which, if inhaled by a descendant, shall warp their flesh and body into freakazoidic parodies of their original form. The latent goo particles in the atmosphere make them into creatures unrecognizable to the natural order of creation, and all life in the cosmos is inherently repulsed by their presence. They may seek to destroy them, or they may refuse to even acknowledge their existence. Such is the fate of all freakazoids. -GOO MAY ONLY BE USED BY ET AND GOOMEN MAY ONLY BE PLAYED BY ET -ET MAY ONLY USE GOO TO SPAWN IN CARBARUM IF AT LEAST 3 PLAYERS GET TURNED PERMANENTLY INTO FREAKAZOIDS -FREAKAZOIDS MAY ONLY DATE APPROVED LECTOR GIRLFRIENDS -FREAKAZOIDS ALWAYS SPEAK IN GOO-GOO-GA-GA -GOO-GOO-GA-GA maynot BE LEARNED BY non-FREAKAZOIDS A poem, IN GOOGOOGAGA Googogoaogaoogaogogoogogooogoaogoa agoaogaogoo gaogaoagooooogog agoagooaogaogoaogaogoagoaogoagoagoaog aogoagoaog pggogooggogoogogogoaoogogooooooogogogooooogoogogoggggooooogogo ggaogago goaogaoga goa goa goggogoogooooaoga goaogaogaog oaogao googgooa gaog oaogaogoagoaogaogaogoagoagoago googogaogaoaoogogogoaogoaaogoaogoagoaogoagooooo goagooogoogo aogoagooagoag oooooagogogogoogogaogoagogoaoga

Text that has been bolded AND set to size 18 have been added as new redlines for each spell. Any similarities to any other post are mere coincidence. Purpose: Due to a practice that’s unfortunately not common enough on the server, the slaughter of children, this piece is intended to rectify the overabundance of child roleplayers and further promote good faith RP by encouraging the targeting of child characters. The explanation behind all this is that, because children come straight from Cloud Temple after being delivered by the storks, a child’s soul, life-force, blood etc gives DOUBLE POINTS when used in any form of harvesting due to it being fresh like organic vegetables at Trader Camel Joes, free from Deific, life-force expending, and genus sapping supernatural forces. See Pineal Gland Calcification. See Fluorosis. See Supreme Court (of Du Loc) Ruling on Fluoride in Monkbread. Mysticism Necromantic Maledictions Darkstalkers - Draugars Infernal Compendium Corcitura Saturation Rite of Harvest Darkening - Darkstalkers & Draugars Darkening - Necromantic Maledictions Soul-Sapping - Infernal Compendium Feeding - Corcitura

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because of this post I am coming home. You did javerto. Youve saved me.

"NUB WEI" Head Chef BATA of the GRUB-BUCKET™ awoke with a start on a Galungan beach, rubbing his head. "MITASHI MUSTA HAD TOO MANY MAI TAIS!" The Oni blinked away the crust in his eyes, and wiped the crust from his lips. "Hmmmm.. . . . ." He thought "This message from CEO is VERY mysterious. New marketing. Mitashi must create placemat RIGHT AWAY!" The Oni then got to work setting the cogs of corporate advertising to work.

[!] Printed on a Grub-Bucket™ place-mat and distributed to every single Grub-Bucket™ location in Braevos, and easily accessible in trash-cans and litter piles, is the following: ENJOY THE MYSTERIOUS WISDOM OF THE OTHERWORLD AT THE GRUB-BUCKET™ ! ! ! The Head Chef Bata at the Grub-Bucket™ had a SPOOKY vision last night from the Grub-Bucket CEO, the mysterious and very honorable Ote Shokuhingaisha THE GRUB-SPIRIT! [!] The art from the vision was painstakingly recreated by the Grub-Bucket™ graphic design intern Mitashi had a restless dream, a limbo of apoptotic flickering lights and dimming streams overtook mitashi penitent slumber, their fading hues swathing over mitashi eyes. A cyclic storm rippled, and it was without direction nor poise, lapsing both above and below mitashi's weary gruk-bucket. Yet what was up- and in that too what was down- was all but uncertain; the gruk-bucket was a fickle thing to diagnose in what seemed to be a whirling freefall. The fading lights sputtered to flatsu in suicidal impulse, each cresting light- each dying soul- snapping away from the world's gait. The world snapped to a black wash, and a rush of sound overtook the silence that pertained. The murmurs and footsteps of a bustling of a street, the sickened retches and coughs of a plagued alleyway, the guttural howls of the bulbous-riddled sickly as the forlorn hymns of the battered churches’ choir sang unto the world. Mitashi saw a mottled scene, as dozens of differing sights all coalesced into one. A being in robes stood before mitashi- their skin marred, yet smooth, a serendipitous and complacent expression splayed beneath their cowl’s fabric. A palm arose, gilded in somber, pale mists, and it was holy, and it was divine. And yet the elderly thing’s bitter smile was all but that. The sight of an island washed over mitashi- radiant lights spilling from its archaic core as tides sequestered the glorious thing in tempestuous fury. 「 PRAXIM NULOC 」 In my dreams, I heard your footsteps coming closer. In my dreams, I tried to talk to you, and introduce myself. In my dreams, I tasted the sweetest of katsus. In my dreams, I drank from the deepest of Zlurpees. In my dreams, I ate at the Grub-Bucket™ ‘Mitashi’ was fixed. Amended; what plagued the masses, what curses, sicknesses, fevers harrowed mitashi form vanished as if wicked away. The holy man in a bishop’s garb walked. And Mitashi saw him move as if one in unison, through the eyes of the shepherd- the eyes of the beggar, the eyes of the market-owner and the eyes of the slave; the world’s many components all observing the elder's sickly divinity. ‘Mitashi’ gazed down, at mitashi's form- as an ivory-gilded coin seemed to be plastered within mitashi's palm’s base, tightly clutched against mitashi's own volition. The faint odor of sphacelated ichor wafted from the thing- yet the feeling was fleeting. ‘Mitashi’ felt mitashi soul had been amended. Stitched, reformed- from tatters, mitashi became whole. Mitashi awakened The world, hungering Hungering, for delicious deals at the Grub-Bucket™ If LATSU can find the SUPER SECRET CODE PHRASE hidden in this SPOOKY MESSAGE from the CEO, you will get a front row ticket to the creation of the KAMIKATSU™!